The man you were following as you got lost in Penacony, who went by the name Boothill, was rather...odd. His manner of speech was confusing. Not his southern accent, but the way he only spoke using cheesy and cliché metaphors. Perhaps he had a few screws loose in his head. Nevertheless, he did extend an offer to assist you in locating your way back to the group after you asked politely.

Though, it appeared that he was more suspicious of you, than you were of him. He eyed you dangerously.